#syntheticache

[looking-for-lost-stars]

Closed starter for @vicarlunares

They had been waiting at this station for a little over two weeks. Ash was getting increasingly agitated, patients never really been his strong suit. Especially now that he was so close to returning to what was familiar to him.

He had the time to get fully tapped into the Vox network of the station, he really just wanted to listen for when his ship approached. He was also sure either Grier or his son would reach out to him as soon as they were close enough to the station. All he felt was relief as word reached him. He turned and shot a grin towards Alaric, sure the Astartes had heard as well. "Sounds like our ride is here."

Bringing Alaric with him was certainly going to be interesting. Both how the Nightlord reacted to his ship and crew, and vice versa would be entertaining, especially Grier's. He couldn't help but snort a little at the thought.

[divinituscaptivus]

[@syntheticache] ⭐️ for Malcador

"There is a reason I called him the other half of my soul. I spent thousands of years seeking out a being like him, only to get to treasure him for little more than a few centuries. He was more valuable to me than than anything I can possibly imagine and more beloved by me than any man alive. And I wasted him. I wasted his life in the foolish pursuit of total control over fate. In attempting to avoid his demise, I only created the conditions for it. Even now, no matter how deeply I gaze into the tides of the Great Ocean, I cannot see the other half of my soul. It is a profound loneliness that cannot be imagined by mortal mind. I weep for my Sigillite, knowing I can never feel his touch again."

[immortalshe]

❝  do  you  dream,  konrad?  do  any  of  your  brothers?  your  sons?  i  never  did  learn  much  about  you  creatures…  ❞

an  ignorance  once  cultivated  in  wrath.  at  her  brother's  word,  the  princess  had  filled  the  primarchs'  tanks  with  the  water  of  her  womb;  she  had  nourished  their  inchoate  little  bellies  and  kept  their  bodies  warm  as  they  crashed  into  planetary  cores.  still,  he  could  not  make  her  love  them…  nor  force  her  to  burn her deed of ownership she imagined their names upon.

luna  yawned,  parodying  exhaustion  as  she  slipped  past  @syntheticache  and  opened  up  the  palatial dollhouse  ⸻  if  a  model  that  spanned  metres  could  be  called  such  a  thing  ⸻  and  began  to  adjust  the  furniture,  searching  for  the  slightest  lull.

although  her  mind  grated  against  the  days  and  months  and  years  of  work,  her  body  was  a  well  of  boundless  energy.  sleep  was  an  indulgence  rarely  afforded.  rest  was  never  truly  had.  in  this,  she  sensed,  there  was  something  the  night  haunter  could  understand.

❝  oh…  come  closer…  these  things  are  very  sturdy,  i  assure  you.  ❞

[lookingforwcrd-a]

@syntheticache sent a message: A short Tech Priest stares up at this Astartes from his little hide-y spot near a doorway, blue-green optics boring into him.

             Gadriel was preparing himself for another mission, waiting for Captain Acheran to brief him out as he put on his helmet... Until he suddenly felt like he was being watched. Upon looking around, the sergeant was able to spot a pair of... glowing optics staring at him. Must be a Tech Priest... Perhaps they needed help, he assumed.

             “Do you need any of my assistance, Priest?”

[looking-for-lost-stars]

@syntheticache // [ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver. — Alaric to Ash

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  」    

@syntheticache

Ash stared dispassionately at his own wound. Though it rapidly turns to confusion as Alaric starts to tend to it. He had never really bothered with first aid on himself, it very rarely mattered, and was really more of a waste in materials. Finally Ash found his voice "Why?"

[adeptvsimperialis]

@syntheticache //

❝ what are you waiting for? pray. ❞ — Alaric to Titus

✎ . . . 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹.

It was one of the few times Titus seemed to hesitate while at one of the God-Emperor's grand altars on the Resilient.

Usually he was able to whisper his prayers to Him, to gain his strength through faith, but for some reason he just couldn't form the words to the Emperor no matter how hard he tried. Titus stayed there, kneeling, sign of the Aquila over his chest, yet his brows began to crease in noticeable frustration, etching more into his tired, weathered features. He couldn't think of a prayer.

It was for having the Emperor's blessing a few days before a mission between Titus himself and the repentant Night Lord, where they'd have to face down against Chaos once again to destroy one of their artifacts and get an upper hand for the Second Company. And usually, Titus would pray. But... it was harder, this time, for him to figure out what he should say.

He looked up to the metal ceiling made to have its many painted murals of the Ultramarines and their Primarch Guilliman alongside the God-Emperor. It grew harder to speak, and even harder to think.

" I... " He hesitated, as if Alaric would ever be repulsed by Titus's reluctance and report him to the Chaplain or the Inquisition. He stood up, and put out the candle he'd lit to end his failure of an attempted audience and prayer for his god. The candles, it felt like, illuminated Titus's shame-- being unable to pray to the God-Emperor despite being told of his unwavering devotion to Him. What a joke, Titus weakly thought.

" I do not know if I can, today. "

[adeptvsimperialis]

[ @syntheticache ]

" You just love bringing that back up to annoy me. " — One shard to another.

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS

" I cannot help it. " Compassion grinned at the other, eyes squinting and dimples becoming quite visible at his excitable expression-- a complete contrast to his more composed personality with the rest of their court, " You just make the best faces. "

Ayhan leaned forward against the balcony of their grand chambers, projecting himself from the other's mind. Instead of being clad in the golden auramite armor he wore long white robes with crimson sashes, all with wondrous golden embroidery that matched his golden bangles and piercings as his black hair fell down to the small of his back, while his laurel sat carefully on his head.

Had anyone ever seen this, they would've been shocked or horrified-- two Emperors? Were there always two?... the truth was stranger.

They were two halves of one man. Opposites, yet the same. Compassion and vengeance, love and justice, the list of all they were could go on. Beings that came together as one millennia ago, now leading as body and soul to unite mankind after ages of strife and warfare. Together, they were the Emperor. Separately, they were Ayhan and Sargon.

" Whenever you get annoyed you get that little furrow in your brow and pout. Then you do your little hmphs and harumphs and scowl at me like I've called you the most heinous thing imaginable. " He chuckled to himself, golden eyes twinkling in delight. " And then you correct me. You always get a little flame in your eye whenever you do, all... fierce. " To anyone else, it would be a horrifying prospect to see the enraged gaze of the Emperor. To Ayhan, so long as it was not truly anything dire or a situation where Sargon was truly upset, it was entertaining.

" I like it when you correct me. "

[adeptvsimperialis]

[ @syntheticache ]

Middle finger and thumb reach over into Aurelius' personal bubble, flicking him right into that metal veil he so ardently plastered to his face at all times. Sadly, the metal was so thin it did not produce any satisfying chime when struck.

" I heard you were studied in the bow, " the offender looms over his brother, amusement glittering in his eyes, " join me. I require company. "

What intentions Horus had are yet to be seen, but from blockading body language alone, he was not going to take ' no ' for an answer.

Oh, he hated it when he'd get interrupted. Especially when he was working on one of his masks.

Glancing up, the often-silent Second Son made a face under his ornate golden mask, squinting somewhat at his father's heir some. Aurelius had recently been found by the Emperor, slowly trying to come into his own-- he hadn't yet met his legion, nor any of his sons. Right now, it was just about trying to get to know the rest of his brothers.

Or. Try to. Aurelius's social anxiety and stuttering very often got in the way of that.

Full-body turning to Horus, he placed his whittled wooden mask and whittling knife off to the side, looking up at him some, though stopped at the mention of a bow. At first, he got his hopes up some, but Aurelius saw that glitter in his eyes and knew very well he was unable to escape something like this. It made him sit there in his awkward silence before managing,

" ... okay. " Not like he could say no. Aurelius moved to stand, making a gesture for Horus to lead the way. He hoped this wouldn't embarrass him...

" I--... s-s-- study, the, um. The greatbow. I can bring my, um... m-my-- my personal one. But it, i-it uses... u-uses psi-- ps... psych-- psi-arrows. "